Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 151410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
He was at least ten minutes away by car, enough time for me to off Gigimo and half the camp. I lowered my gaze from Gigimo’s terror-stricken face.
Aurora glared up at me. “Did you hear what I said?”
“Every word. Don’t worry, Rory, I didn’t come here to kill Gigimo. I’m here to bring my message across.”
“I think he got whatever message you had for him when you beat him up,” Aurora seethed.
I flashed her a hard smile. “I’m sure he did, but you didn’t, and that’s why I’m here.”
Her brows dipped in confusion and a hint of anxiety. I grabbed her by the waist, lifted her off the ground, and carried her the few steps to the neighboring bed, where I dropped her off.
I jerked the curtains closed. While I wanted Gigimo to get the message too, I didn’t want him to see Aurora and me. That was our moment.
“I was the first inside you, and I’ll be the last one.” Until the words shot from my mouth, they hadn’t even been in my mind. I hadn’t given much room for thoughts of the future, had lived in the moment, but now I knew these words to be true. I wanted to be Aurora’s last, and no matter how brutal I had to be, I’d make sure I was. But fuck how could I be her last when it went against my core belief, when I knew I could never be hers in the way she wanted?
It didn’t matter.
Aurora’s skin turned even redder. It was hard to say if her anger or her embarrassment were in the lead this time. “Why do you even want me? What is all this about? The stalking, the jealousy, the killing. Why the change of heart?”
I didn’t like that phrase. I preferred to see it as a more primal need to claim what already felt like mine. My head was already enough of a mess. I didn’t need emotions to get in the way.
I cupped her neck. Trepidation filled her eyes, but there was longing beneath it, an emotion I was well-acquainted with in my victims. Longing for me, the same longing that now pulsated in my veins like a jungle drum. I’d taken her virginity but didn’t remember. There were so many more firsts to claim, and I’d never forget any of them again. I leaned over her, bringing us closer. She fell back on the cot with my arm under her lower back, her palms against my chest. I lowered my head and pushed my lips against hers, wanting a taste. Her eyes widened a fraction, her mouth firming up. My tongue traced the hard line of her lips. She parted them but only to nick my lower lip with her teeth, drawing blood.
My grip on her neck tightened as I pulled back an inch. She breathed harshly, her chest heaving beneath me. Copper bloomed on my tongue as droplets of blood fell from the small cut.
“You don’t deserve any part of me,” she growled.
“Fuck, that’s why I always told you to stay away from me, but you wouldn’t listen, and now it’s too late, Rory. You’re in my fucking head, and there’s no escaping from there.”
Her lips parted, her brows snatching together as her eyes roamed my face. She was trying to understand me, but that was something she’d never do. Even I didn’t.
“Now I’ll have to hurt everyone who gets too close to you.”
She shook her head slowly.
“Because while I still think you should stay the fuck away from me, unfortunately, I can’t stay away from you. And even if I don’t deserve any part of you, every single part only belongs to me.”
I leaned down again so our lips brushed. She didn’t move this time, even as I coated her mouth an enticing red with my blood. “And we both know that deep down you still want to belong to me. Every part of you.”
I reached between us and tugged her hardened nipple through her shirt, then pressed my flat palm against her jeans-clad pussy, making sure to really increase the pressure with my middle finger so she’d feel it deep in her core.
She tensed but didn’t push me away. I could see the fight in her eyes. The fury, not just at me but also at herself. Resolution filled her face, and she grabbed my shoulders as if to push me away.
Steps crunched outside the tent. Aurora’s eyes widened. I removed my hand from her crotch but stayed bent over her. “I mean what I said. Every guy who wants a piece of you better be willing to lose at least a piece of himself.”
The tent flap moved, and Adamo stepped inside, frowning at the scene we created. I pushed away from Aurora and stepped back.
“Hello, Uncle.”
Adamo stalked inside and toward Aurora, who was sitting up with a deep red face and blood-covered lips. “Are you all right?”